Stallion of Ash and Flame (Siren Publishing Classic) (24 page)

“We’ll cover your ass if we can,” Ron piped up. “Get out of here.”

Trail wheeled around, running across the field, his tread silent. Pausing behind the trunk of a lone spindly tree, he listened for anyone following. The only thing he heard was the siren of the town’s one ambulance and the voices of a gathering crowd. Psi-scanning the vid images on Kyle and Ron’s cell phones, he altered anything that would have given him away. Not much.

Knowing the Alphabet Agencies often had remote viewers watching over their agents, he carefully probed the three men’s minds. Right now, they were more interested in the coup of exposing and indicting a local sheriff, as if it’d been their covert operation that had captured him.

Trail melted through the dusk until he sighted his pickup. He psi-nosed around for any trouble. Not finding any, he sauntered to his driver’s door. Minutes later, he cruised the highway through town, headed toward a small specialty store on the outskirts. The store carried local meats and produce, also some organic brands, including his favorite oatmeal. Better yet, they ordered whatever he asked for and took cash.

Parking, he strolled inside as if nothing was on his mind, except picking up groceries. He knew Seneca shopped here, having seen her sporty car parked out front a couple of times. Knowing he would follow her around like a stud after a mare in heat and hit on her, he’d waited until she left.

“Trail,” Jenny greeted as he walked up to the counter, putting his items down. “You made it just in time. We were about to close up. I’ll go get your box of goodies.”

Trail nodded and smiled his gratitude. “Thanks, Jenny. While you’re at it, Seneca asked me to pick up her regular groceries. That is, if you have them on hand.”

“Yeah, heard you’d been hired on at her place,” Jenny hollered from the back room. “How’s it going?”

“Busy. But it’s the kind of work I like, other than tracking.”

Jenny bustled out with the cardboard box containing his special orders. “Can you believe it about the sheriff?” She set his other items inside, efficiently arranging everything.

“Did you get that strange call, too?” Trail slid his hand in his pocket, un-phasing the wad of cash he always carried.

“Not only that, I just heard he went cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs,
and they took him away in the ambulance.”

“Is that right? I wondered why the ambulance pulled into the gas station when I passed by.”

She shook her head. “What is this world coming to? I knew he was corrupt as the day is long, and he’d get his reckoning somehow. Still, it’s a shocker.”

“Guess I haven’t been in town long enough to know what really goes on.”

Jenny shrugged. “I just hope we get someone with real integrity to replace him. I’ll go round up Seneca’s usual items. How do you want to pay?”

“I’ll pay with cash for everything. Seneca will reimburse me.”

Jenny smiled widely, having stated her preference for cold hard cash several times. “It’ll be just be a minute or two.”

Trail lounged against her counter, knowing Jenny snuck glances at him as she plucked up the packages. He grinned within and concentrated on his connection with his
mate
. She petted and talked to her half-Arab stallion, Ignition, as he stood inside his stall. Not invading her privacy, he swept his awareness around the ranch and found the Alien Busters dutifully setting up their surveillance system again.

“Here we go,” Jenny sang, setting a filled sack on the counter.

“Thanks, Jenny, I sure appreciate your place. Since it looks like I’ll be around now, I’ll be doin’ more business with you.”

“Hmmm.” Jenny gazed at him speculatively while accepting the bills he handed her. “Glad to have your business. Do you want the extra applied to your account?”

“Yep. Don’t like carrying coins around.” Trail flashed a smile, gathering up the box and sack. “Later, Jenny.”

After picking up dinner, Trail headed out of town. On the outskirts, he opened up his monitoring screen. Already the two cell phone vids of Pork Belly’s ‘stress’ breakdown circulated via email and on the Internet. Trail couldn’t help his own grin of amusement.

Tuning into the various TV and radio news shows didn’t add to his amused mood, though. The Fed authorities had put out a statement demanding the stranger who bravely took down the sheriff come in for routine questioning.

Trail furrowed his brow and decided one of his next personal missions would be to set up an escape route into his world for Seneca, her horses and her dogs, if it came to that. Now all he wanted was to get home to her, his beloved
mate
.

“Home,” he murmured. His heart flew toward her as his psi-mind streamed to check on her. He smiled. She stood in the kitchen, cleaning up and preparing to cook dinner. He could tell her nerves were on edge, even though she calmly unloaded the dishwasher.

I feel you
, she sent the mental message. The next instant, she wondered if it’d been merely her imagination.

Home soon
, he responded.
Burgers and fries for dinner.

Artie’s Drive-In?
she hesitantly asked.

Only Artie’s!

I’ll be waiting in the kitchen, stud.

Wickedly tempted to use the pickup’s super speed, Trail talked himself out of it. Maintaining his cover was damn crucial, even more so now. Instead, he trained his attention on the cyber discussions, often a faster source of info than using his mind abilities. So far, no one shed any tears over the sheriff.

Pulling onto the ranch’s drive, Trail felt the peaceful frequencies of her place engulf him and was struck by how content he felt. Yes, he was home.

He cut the engine, psi-scanning the Alien Busters. They had been sent to another location where a gray alien had been spotted. Trail grinned, hoping they’d be out of
his mane for a good long while.

Leaping up the steps, he positioned the groceries and dinner under one arm, then turned the handle, entering. “Home, honey,” he yelled.

“In the kitchen,” she sang back. He listened to her pause as he moved toward her. “Do I call you the mystery hero who took down the
Looney Tunes
sheriff?”

“Stud is better.” He walked into the kitchen, dropped the Artie’s bag on the table and sauntered toward her.

“Is that so? How about my mystery bossy stud hero?” she drily teased.

“Bossy stud hero.” Trail grinned lasciviously, then placed the box and bag on the recently cleaned counter.

She leaned back against the counter, setting her mug down near the sink. “You are a mystery in so many ways.”

“The only mystery I want with you is what I’m going to do to that beautiful body of yours next.”

“Hmmm...I guess that is a mystery I don’t mind you keeping from me.” She tossed her hair, his fiery spirited mare, and peeked over at the box. “Jenny’s place?” she asked.

“Yes, Jenny’s place. I picked up your usual items.”

“Very thoughtful, my stallion of flame.”

“Stallion of ash and flame.” Trail seized her gaze. Astonishment flickered in the depths of her sky beautiful eyes. “I can shift to an ash-like state. It’s a different way of phasing.”

“Ash,” she murmured, then recovered her composure. “I’d like to see that.”

“You will.” Trail leaned toward her, his nose an inch from her neck. He snuffled in her rose-blaze sultry fragrance, filling himself with her, his woman. “In fact, the longer we’re together the more our frequencies will harmonize, and you’ll be able to ride me when I shift to ash.”

“What about when you shift to flame?” She turned her shoulders toward him, her body intimately seeking his.

“We’ll have to practice. Take it slow.”

“Slow,” she softly echoed. Sliding her hands over his waist, she stroked him.

Trail drifted his nostrils up the side of her neck, his breath fanning her skin. He softly nuzzled her earlobe listening to her whimper rise up her throat and escape her lips.

“Before you drive me crazy with need, thank you.” She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. “Thank you, for protecting me from the sheriff. Thank you, Trail Drojovv.”

The throb of her heart pressed against his drumming heart. He had never felt anything better. Except her.

Trail found her mouth, his lips tenderly claiming hers. Their kiss changed to a sumptuous press of their mouths and deepened into ravenous passion. For a long while, their lips danced to an intense raw rhythm. When their mouths finally lingered, Trail rocked her inside his embrace, and their lips parted.

“Hungry?” She nibbled kisses on his chin.

“Even bossy studs need to eat. Occasionally.” He tightened his hold, his hands splaying over her ripe ass.

“I’ll have to double your ration of oatmeal. I’m counting on a lusty, strong-performing stallion.” She undulated her hips subtly, her sexy belly stroking his jutting cock.

Trail smiled inside, wide as the magnificent silvery rivers of his world. It had happened. He had found her.

“My Heart Mate, my Heart Fate,” he rasped.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I am.”

THE END

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Savanna Kougar writes in the paranormal/fantasy/futuristic subgenres of erotic romance. Her current titles are:

When a Good Angel Falls ~ the 2012 endtimes story of the incarnated angel, Sedona, and her carnal cherub, Volcano.

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ set in the year, 2051, on New Atlantis; this is a complex suspense story starring 100 year old, Sheriff Kalypso Sun Wing and Fed Agent Zryphus Vasquoz, a Zerculeon.

When a Good Angel Falls

Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis

All Shades of Blue Paradise

Her Insatiable Dark Heroes
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